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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 17:42:05 GMT -8
While he spoke and made his show, Sister Prudence hurried toward the chapel and stood there for the last part of his little speach.
He was mad... Not the angry kind, the insane kind. Hayan saw over his shoulder the woman that Sister Anise had went to get, standing there with a look of horror on her face. For a moment, she wanted to give a smirk to the Emperor, but she didn't. Her eyes met his, and she whispered so that only he could hear, "But you do not have any power over me." She was about to teach the emperor an important lesson. He spoke of things he didn't understand. See, the Mother Superior knew everything about her, including but not limited to her waning faith. She had never entered the convent in pretense, he couldn't prove otherwise with as many that knew what really happened. He could do nothing. At least not while she resided in the convent. He thought she wasn't looking at the bigger picture, but he was mistaken. She saw, and she saw right through him. He was a disgusting and evil man. And that he was sanctioned by religion? That he tried to frighten her every word he said? That was the last shred of her faith, torn into tiny pieces and spat upon by the horrible and brainwashed fanatic before her.
Just as he would open his moth to retort and rebuke, Sister Prudence interrupted. "Sister Hayan, is there a problem? Are you alright?"
Hayan gave a slow, meaningful smile and said, "I seem to have stumbled and the Emperor was showing how wonderful he is by helping to right me." It was total euphemism to drive home her meaning.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 1, 2016 7:11:37 GMT -8
Lily would find herself in a dim room, lit only by a single oil lamp and the glowing little stove which sat in the corner of the tiny room. The room was hardly big enough for an adult to move about in, the great stone basin took up most of the room, a water pump crammed in next to the stove, a small stool taking up the other free space in the room. The air was thick with steam and the scent of wildflowers. Lily was up to her shoulders in warm soapy water which filled the basin. Sister Anise was softly humming as she scrubbed Lily's back with a washcloth.
There was much on the young nun's mind, thinking about the little girl's mother getting into such a spat with the emperor. But she was sure Sister Prudence could smooth things out. She was a stickler for order, discipline, and reverence. But she knew beneath it all, she deeply cared for everyone who called the convent their home. She wanted to share these things with the little girl she was caring for, but she knew the girl was still upset from earlier and didn't want to make things worse.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 11:41:18 GMT -8
The little girl was not so chatty. She was understandably stressed about her mother and the big man. She didn't like it at all. This was the time she normally used to play in the water, as would any child. She had her head hanging, her tears dried in salty paths on her cheeks. There was one thing that was for certain, she loved her mother deeply. Lily heaved a sigh and closed her eyes, for the wash cloth did soothe her. She cupped her hands and lifted up a mound of bubbles, trying to count them with her eyes. A hiccup happened, then another, and kept on going. It didn't seem to bother her as she did so.
Between hiccups, she blew the foamy suds from her tiny hands, causing clumps to float upward before gravity took over. It always fascinated her. She looked back at the humming nun and gave a smile. "How come it floats?" she asked about the bubbles.
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Emperor Rexus Aleksander
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Kaiser, Tsar, Imperator; Lord of Mankind
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: Much older than he looks.
Physical Description: A throwback to the Emperor's of old, he is extremely tall at 7'5, very muscular and generally bulky. He has has short and very neat blond hair and baby blue eyes. Powerful regal features are upon his face along with a small scar on his forehead. When extremely tired or irritated he will begin to show some wrinkles of someone much older than he would appear at first glance.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of five-piece armour and a large Xiphos sword both of which are beautiful and deadly in equal measure.
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Post by Emperor Rexus Aleksander on Dec 1, 2016 12:35:33 GMT -8
He closed his eyes and rested his hands together in frustration. Did she really think that her "willpower" could somehow stop what he wanted? He had power everywhere, he could do what he wanted. She really did not want to see how all was. "No, all is in order." He said. "I was just telling your sister here how I have to see the names of thousands of the fallen, what I have to deal with, the great struggles I alone must overcome, the ones that not only nobody can empathise with, but for which I receive no sympathy because all take them for granted... as an example this Empire." He relaxed. All was to be better soon. This slanderous and seditious woman would be out of his presence soon. It was taking immense effort on his part to make sure the place was left unscathed, but he thought of the child and calmed himself. "I'm sure we'll see each other soon." he said, walking off. He was in no mood for anymore chats, those in his way would be gently lifted and put to the side. It was a long day, despite being only the morning.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 1, 2016 13:13:42 GMT -8
As the young girl closed her eyes, the nun gently wiped the dried tears from her cheeks. It had been a long and troubling day for Lily. And while she wasn't playing and splashing, Anise was glad the child could relax and calm down in the waters. Life was hard on children. They didn't always know what was going on, adults often tried to shield them from the complexities and darkness in the world. Often adults decisions and actions would change the world about the children and all they could do was struggle or cry, trying to handle it. At least that had been true, when she was a child in this same convent. But she didn't have parents. Let alone one like Sister Hayan who watched out for her daughter and spent time with her.
Lilly started to hiccup so she gently rubbed her back, wondering if the girl was getting a bit worked up or if it was just hiccups. Probably from being so upset earlier, as she tried to calm down now.
And the little girl started to play with the bubbles. Anise had purposely made a lot of shavings of the wildflower soap, so Lily would have a ton of bubbles. Yes, this sister did like to spoil the children a little. And as long as Sister Prudence didn't get wind of it, what harm was there in it? She smiled as she hummed, watching the girl gather bubbles and blow them about, watching how they floated on the water.
Sister Anise blinked at the question, and tried her best to answer it. "Two reasons." she put a cupped hand into the water and tilted it, so the air trapped there would burble up. "The bubbles have air inside, and air always tries to go towards the sky, where it belongs. The bubbles are also made of soap." she took the remainder of the bar of soap and dropped it into the water, where it bobbed up to the surface. "And soap floats."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 15:06:45 GMT -8
First of all, he was lucky he didn't accuse her outright of slander, for she never lied. Second of all, he thought it was about her willpower, and it wasn't. If he had spoken that aloud, he would have been outright thrown on his ass out the door. The simple fact that he was pretty much claiming nobody helped him, it was all him, blah blah blah, had both Hayan and Prudence sharing looks basically asking each other if he really just went there. If the snapping of the fingers in a Z formation was a thing in that era, Prudence would have done it, for he was about to be chastised for his vanity. Hayan spoke first, however, "I was simply reminding His Majesty that he is merely a man in the church, and sanctioned by the church, but the church is not the place to come and boast. Nor is it a place to gain approval for certain things, just or otherwise." And then she said her final word, low enough that only he would hear, "Or to use fear tactics when someone speaks in a manner -you- deem wrong." And then out loud, "Good day, and blessings upon you." With that, she stalked off because she was done. She stormed back to where he wasn't allowed, and waited to speak with Prudence.
Prudence forced a neutral expression on her face, knowing from dealing with men and women who showed the same signs of weirdness that he was showing now, that she'd have to be tactful, soothe his ruffled feathers while gently ushering him out... "I am sorry that Sister Hayan speaks her mind thusly, I will be taking action." It wasn't a lie, she would have to talk to Hayan about this incident, but her sympathy was not with the Emperor. "She hasn't been herself as of late, but that was no reason for her to be outspoken." No, it wasn't... But from what she witnessed, he deserved it and more.... Eventually, he was ushered to the main gates, with Prudence being agreeable to whatever he might say on the way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 15:30:31 GMT -8
She said, "Oh!" and nodded sagely. She continued to hiccup for several minutes until she calmed herself, and then gave a great big yawn. She was so very tired!! She didn't really feel up to playing, either. She dropped her hands in the water and looked up at the woman acting like a dear aunt or even second mother to her. Neither of them knew it, but she was going to need that, possily for the rest of her life if things went sour where Hayan was headed. For now, the girl was blissfully unaware of the game that her mother just got sucked into, of the danger she was possibly in for merely speaking her mind...
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 2, 2016 10:13:53 GMT -8
The nun watched the usually energetic child yawn and slump over slightly in the basin of warm sudsy water. The little hands plunking into the water. "alright, I think you're clean enough, let's dry you off and lay you down for a nap."
Sister Anise's hands gently reached into the water, going under Lily's arms, to help pull and guide her out of the water and into warm towel, which had been sitting by the little stove. Once dry, Lilly was put into a thick knit night gown. Anise used bucket to pour some of the water in the basin to put out the fire, opening the door, and blowing out the lamp in the windowless room. She would need help to drain the basin later. She guided Lily down a short hall into the children's dormitory and to Lilly's bed in the corner.
"Is there anything you need before you nap?" she asked gently. She would need to check on the other children who were currently at studies. Or with Sister Prudence to see how things went with their 'guest'. But for the moment, she just seated herself on a wooden chair, watching over Lily until she fell asleep.
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 2, 2016 16:31:48 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang led his horse to the Krosstoen Convent of the Divine One. Before he became a priest, when he was an able-bodied knight, Wolfgang might have had no intention to visit such a place. But he had found his faith, and after sustaining a grievous leg injury during the Wickan Crusade, he continued to serve his Brothers as a priest. So he had newfound enthusiasm to visit the Convent.
One of the pilgrims accompanied him and helped him down from his white horse before hitching it to a nearby post. He took a walking stick to support himself, and made his way over to the entrance of the church. Hopefully someone might greet him, otherwise he'd knock and request permission to come inside to meet the Convent's nuns.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 19:55:06 GMT -8
With the Emperor's exit, there was a dark feeling among the few nuns who knew of what happened. Her daughter was fast asleep, she checked in on her while Sister Prudence was dealing with the angry man, and passed Anise by on her way to Prudence's office, pausing and giving a look that spoke volumes. She finally let her fear show, and looked down. "I have to leave. Prudence will say as much when we speak because what I did was cause danger to this convent. I am going to a place that isn't safe for my daughter and I might very well die doing it... Please... Keep her safe..." The last part was said with the broken heart of a loving mother.
She walked into the office without waiting for the promise. Tension hung thick in the air after Prudence entered the room.
After the conversation, a stricken Prudence left the room and only gave a pained look to Anise as she moved to head outside for some air. Hayan followed out and closed the door gently behind her, then leaned against it.
"Sister Prudence will talk to you when the time comes..." She said this softly, then headed to the garden as well.
Just a quarter of an hour before the friar showed up, she knelt alone in the chapel. She made sure to arrange this do she could not be stopped. Everyone would be busy doing their work. She pulled off the still bloody icon and gently lay it on the pulpit, along with the garments she pulled from her head earlier.
She then picked up the vial she had prepared... It was an brew that would mimic death for a day. It would cause her breathing to become so shallow, and slow her heart beat just so... She took the contents down quickly, then gently placed the empty vial next to the garment, then began to cry, pressing her forehead to the floor while saying out loud, "Please forgive me!"
She cried until she started feeling the potion work, then lay on her side. Everything became a blur and she felt her muscles twitch, then become unbearably heavy. Then her eyes slowly closed, and the world was black.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 5, 2016 8:05:26 GMT -8
With Lilly fast asleep Sister Anise got up to check on the other children who were currently in their studies with Sister Rosemary. On the way she bumped into Sister Hayan. She looked very troubled, fear was in her eyes. She bit her lip concerned. "Leaving the convent...? But wh..." she was cut off as Hayan told her about her actions placing her and everyone near her in danger. What in the world could Sister Hayan had done that an emperor would persecute her and possibly those around her? Did Hayan attack the emperor or something?! she swallowed hard, her imagination getting the best of her.
Anise's blood ran cold as she heard that Hayan might die due to all this... "No, please don't say..." she begged, feeling her eyes tear up. And then she heard Hayan's charge for her. To keep Lily safe. It hurt Anise's heart to hear such a broken plea. "I will I will." But already Hayan was gone.
Feeling a sense of worry and dread Anise continued down the hall, only to see Sister Hayan pass her, telling her that Sister Prudence would talk to her more later. And she was gone again. What was going on with her? Part of her wanted to check on Lily again to make sure she was still asleep, but Sister Rosemary was likely struggling the children by now.
It was at this time she was starting go past the main entrance in order to get to the classroom. The doors opened and a man with a walking stick worked his way inside. "Hello father. Welcome to our convent. Is there anything I may assist you with? I could guide you to the chapel or to visit Sister Prudence who is in change of the convent's affairs.
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 5, 2016 13:56:17 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang smiled at the young Sister Anise. "Blessings of the Divine One upon you," he greeted her. Wolfgang gave a look around and simply said "I could use some rest. I've been traveling for many weeks with Brother Adrian, and we only recently arrived here in the country. Adrian made for the capital, and me... well I figured I should make for the Convent." He motioned behind him at a congregation of pilgrims numbering about 10. "These people are starved and weary. They seek help, and I thought they might find it here." The priest bent down and rubbed the large scar on his leg underneath his traveling robe. Anise would have noticed the large black mace hanging off of the robe, in plain sight, as if the priest wanted the people to see it. "If you would, show me to the Chapel; I could do with some... divine rest and prayer."
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
Registered: Nov 30, 2016 10:10:50 GMT -8
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 7, 2016 5:25:59 GMT -8
Sister Anise bowed her head a little at the blessing. "Thank you Father, and blessings upon you. I'm sure you could use some rest, it sounds like you have traveled far." She peered behind Wolfgang, going up on her tiptoes to see the pilgrims. "Of course, we will take care of them." Other nuns were starting to show up to see the new visitors, starting to guide them to rooms and to the dining hall.
Anise looked at the Father favoring his leg and his evident mace. Obviously he used to be a knight or religious crusader, her eyes widening at that, she had only heard stories of such people. Albeit very over the top fairy tale legends. she swallowed nervously. So many important people today! "Yes, let me take you there." she said in response to his request guiding him down a hall towards the chapel.
She opened the door the chapel and gasped as she saw the prone figure before alter. She ran down the length of the chapel. "Hayan! Hayan!" she bent over the body, checking for a pulse, she couldn't find one. There was blood on Hayan's hands and the whimple beside her. "Please... please... you can't do this... Lily..." she started to cry, wailing like a little kid, her tears dripping onto the prone nun's face. She couldn't think, she could only clutch onto the woman, crying. Sister Hayan was dead! The world seemed to be crushing down on the young nun.
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 7, 2016 13:49:04 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang smiled and followed Sister Anise to the chapel. "The Father looks favorably upon you and your Sisters," he commented; he clearly respected these women for their services and faith. In a surprising turn of events, Anise led Wolfgang into the chapel only to find a body - that of @hayan. Wolfgang said nothing, but heartbreak filled his heart and he frowned. Anise went to crying and checking on the woman while Wolfgang stood over them. He'd have bent down as well, but his lame leg prevented him from doing so. Instead, he placed a warm hand on Anise's shoulders to comfort her. Looking around, Wolfgang spotted the whimple and nearby the vial. He reached out and took it in his hand, and then lowered it down in front of Anise's face. "Poison, I'd wager" he said sadly. "Get a doctor, they may have a solution or an antidote."
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 7, 2016 14:09:21 GMT -8
The young nun feeling a large warm hand on her back looked up, eyes blotchy and still full of tears. She sniffled, giving a more muted whimpering sound as she slowly got up. "She... she got into a fight with the emperor who had visited earlier today... arguing... and she told me all upset that she was going to go away to save the convent... that she might die... die..." and broke down into tears again. She wasn't keeping it together well. If only she had known... if only she could have been there... and she would have to tell Lily...
And then she heard the priest's words. "I'll get Sister Temperance she knows much about healing..." she nodded and dashed off, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her habit. And then she was gone.
On the way of looking for Sister Temperance she stopped by Sister Prudence's office. "S-sister Hayan took her life in the ch-chapel! She's not breathing and I can't feel her heart! The visiting father said it appears to be poison, I'm going to get Sister Temperance for help!" and then she was off again.
Dashing about until she found the nun who had set many a broken bone and helped so many who had eaten the wrong berries in the woods beyond the convent. Temperance was younger than Prudence, but she was one of the more senior nuns, so she had trouble keeping up with Anise as they dashed back. Little did Anise know, but Temperance was the one who had given the 'draught' to Hayan in the first place. The older nun checked Sister Hayan and sadly shook her head to the priest and growing group of nuns who stood in the chapel.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 11:27:55 GMT -8
Prudence knew it was only a matter of time before one of the others had found Hayan. Sister Anise happened to be the one... And she rushed off before the elderly nun could explain what was happening... She sighed heavily and got up from her chair, seeing no need to rush, Hayan already appeared to be "dead," and Prudence had a job to do. She wasn't happy, there was no need to fake the stricken look on her face... But she also had to be calm; a pillar of strength for the women who called this place home. When she arrived in the chapel, she knelt by the "dead" woman and gently rolled her onto her back, then crossed the woman's arms over her chest as she began to pray. "Oh, great Divine One, please deliver dear Hayan. Take her into your arms and give her the comfort she so desperately sought. She was troubled so, and failed to see your shining beacon. Please, oh Divine One, show her the light, brighter than the sun so she might find her way back to you in death when she could not in life. I pray in your most glorious honor. Amen." This prayer was obviously not their version of the last rites, considering what Hayan had "done" was considered the ultimate sin and therefor, she could not even be entombed in the catacombs. Her body had to be cremated on a pyre... Or rather... the body of a woman who could pass for Hayan needed to be burned and Hayan needed to be moved to the catacombs where she would leave through once she rose from the dead. "Sister Anise, I would speak to you on this matter soon. Please retrieve a shroud and bring back Sister Cadence and Sister Luna with a litter. We must move her from the chapel." She stood and shook her head sadly, before looking at Father Wolfgang, real tears in her eyes that added effect, but the old nun was trying to keep it together. "You must forgive the circumstances. This is the first time something like this has ever happened, and you can be sure the matter will be taken care of hastily. I am sure you did not come all this way to witness this. I am Sister Prudence, Mother Superior of this convent. Is there anything I can assist you with?" She truly was grieving, that much was evident, but she was acting the way a mother superior should.
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 8, 2016 15:24:59 GMT -8
Wolfgang shook his head slowly, putting his hand on the shoulder of @prudence as if to calm her. "It is okay, Sister Prudence," Wolfgang said in a low but caring and soothing way. "Maybe I did come all the way to witness this. The Father works in mysterious, and maybe he sent me here to witness this."
Wolfgang winced slightly in pain, then hurriedly sat down on a nearby pew. "Ooh," he said. He rubbed his lame leg some more. "My leg... it gives me troubles. I was part of a convoy escorting a group of pilgrims in Eastwick. We were ambushed, and while I was on my horse one of the pagans swiped a large battleaxe my way. It ripped the platemail clean off my thigh, and ripped my leg wide open; it was dark and in the confusion I did not stop to see the damage done. Any normal man may have run, but I knew it to be a test from the Divine One. So I kept fighting, circling around the pilgrims as they fled in a hurry to safety."
Wolfgang rubbed his finger across the mace at his side. A dark red color rubbed off onto his hand; dried blood, perhaps?
"When it was all over I passed out from exhaustion and blood loss. I awoke in a tent of the pilgrims, where one had tried to stop the bleeding and bandage my leg up - blessings of the Divine One be upon her. But she was not exactly surgeons... a lot of shards and infection was left in the wound. When I made it to a proper surgeon, they opened the wound and dug out the infection, shards, and other undesirable findings..."
He sighed heavily. "I never could walk straight again. My body can't support a suit of armor anymore. I can hardly swing my mace. I certainly can't hold a proper shield." He seemed sad and angry all at once. "I curse that pagan who rendered my leg lame. But instead of wallowing in my self pity, I decided to serve the Brothers as a priest... religious and emotional support, you know? Because believe me... they needed it."
When he was finished, flashes of memories ran through his head. Since he was unable to properly fight alongside his Brothers, Wolfgang would have Dietrich round up some pagan prisoners just so the mad Priest could savagely beat them in the face with his blackened mace. That's how he got rid of his anger, that's how he got his revenge for being crippled...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 10:54:10 GMT -8
The nuns in question woukd head off the retrieve the items in question, assuming that Anise was with them... Sister Temperence passed the group by and would make eye contact with Anise, not acting the keast bit mournful at the loss of their sister.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 13, 2016 6:58:10 GMT -8
Sister Anise joined the group of nuns and the priest around the body of Sister Hayan. Her eyes were blotchy and pink, cheeks tear stained, sniffling as Sister Prudence gave her prayers. It was a nice prayer for someone who committed such a sin. It still honored their Sister. She felt numb as they started to disperse. She nodded dumbly at Prudence's words and dashed off to get Cadence and Luna so they could carry the body away, while there would never be a spot for Hayan in the catacombs beneath the church, she would get to rest there since it was cool but wouldn't let the body freeze before they had the pyre ready. When Anise came back she saw Temperence meet her eye, she didn't look sad at all! Temperence knew her medicine and had seen many dead bodies. Perhaps she accepted it more easily than the other sisters, since she knew it was a phase of life. albeit this time too soon.
She made her way back to Sister Prudence. "Whenever you are available please let me know sister." she said politely. Figuring Prudence wanted to tell her how they should break this horrible news to poor Lily.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 13:26:44 GMT -8
"Think nothing of it, Father." She even helped him to the closest pew. Then she listened to him speak, nodding along the way to indicate she was listening, which she really was. The old nun helped put Hayan on the litter and the shroud on her when the time came.
Her hand came in contact with the bloodied icon, and she picked it up, staring down at it quietly. "Have you ever lost your faith so hard that you considered doing what Hayan did, Father?" It was a serious question, even though she knew Hayan only slept.
When Anise asked her to let her know when she was ready, Prudence gave an absent nod, then walked over to one of the basins of holy water to gently sprinkle some over the object, but obviously not to clean the bloid off.
Prudence knew that the Divine One was dipping their hands into this situation. Hayan might not think so, but she was being used to take care of their work. She hoped that wherever the former nun's journey took her, that she would finally find peace within her soul and come back to her daughter a stronger woman.
She looked to Anise and pressed the icon into her hand, along with the note from Hayan, folded up very tiny so it could be hidden beneath the icon. She gave the younger nun a measured gaze, hoping that understanding would come to the young nun and she would find an excuse to leave for a few moments to read the letter. But just in case, Prudence said, "If you could take this to clean the dried blood off of it, we could at least give this to her daughter," she indicated the icon.
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